Dude. There are very few things lately that seem to “inspire” (I clearly use the word loosely) to write anymore BUT this morning I came across something insane, amazing, incredible (now, those words are not used loosely).

Let me introduce. I’m an ideas gal. You know, big small, I got ‘em all. But one, one, was special to me. During university, I had this dream of a sleeping bag that was comfortable. This probably arose because I spent a lot of time crashing on people’s floors and waking up with uncomfortable pains in various parts of my body. Oh, to be young again! Although I’ve outgrown (slash would not survive) said binge drinking now, I still carry the flame of my idea. Get this: a sleeping bag with a foam (or inflatable) mattress attached to the underside. How convenient! You’d always be comfortable! Only one thing to carry!

My friends Mike and Rebecca dashed this dream. One Hallowe’en, I returned home to find not only all my hallowe’en candy eaten (assholes) but also a clipping from a MEC magazine. With my brilliant brilliant idea depicted in full colour fanstastic form. After a few months of therapy, I had recovered my will to live and have wasted nary moment to think aboutit, unless to repeat the story, till this day. When I saw this*:

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And this, folks, is why I’m not rich and famous. Because I do not take my ideas far enough. Lesson learned.

*What? Of course there’s more. Check it.